No way I was talking myself out of this.She walked into the room while I still moved about, trying to put her dildo and vibrator away without cleaning...them. "I can't be angry at you if you agree not to say anything either," she said, as she sauntered to the closet. "Huh? What do you mean? I'm really sorry about all of this..." I stammered."Hush!" she said as she placed a finger over her lips. She opened the closet door and pulled out a leather riding crop. 'Oh no!' I thought to myself. She. B: With a little shudder and a lot of trepidation, you choose B and yet another page loadsVery good slave, you've made it this far, perhaps there is hope for you yet.By now there must be many questions rambling through that slave brain of yours. Well first of all, don't expect all your questions to be answered as after all, I am the Mistress and you the lowly slave and I certainly don't have to explain my actions to you but I will tell you that this little adventure helps me weed out the wanna. I was mega nervous and as we sat and chatted over a glass of wine I had no idea how to progress things. I was terrified that the whole thing would just peter out or that we would get so pissed nothing would happen.I decided I had to act and be bold and had a brainwave. I made an excuse to leave the room and went through to my bedroom, stripped completely and returned naked (I felt it was easier to act rather than speak). I stood, smiling and in a sort of cheesy pose in front of the gorgeous guy. ”The doc then reached over me and felt my left upper arm again. Then he ran his fingers over my ribs going as far round my side as he could.Next it was my abdomen but he wasn’t just feeling, he was prodding me all over. I didn’t flinch so I guessed that he didn’t find anything.Then he went to each leg in turn, holding it up and manipulating my toes before feeling his way right up to just short of my pussy.“I need to check each breast for lumps Isabella, is that okay with you?”“Sure, do whatever.